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Erin Electra
Erin Electra,Matthias Christ
The worn leather of the bus seat sighed beneath her, a stark contrast to the frantic rhythm of her heart. His gaze was a tangible warmth on her skin, more potent than the late summer sun filtering through the grimy window. When his fingers, tentative as a whisper, finally interlaced with hers, a shiver traced the elegant line of her spine. She leaned into his shoulder, breathing in the faint, clean scent of his cotton shirt, a new and intoxicating fragrance that made her feel both fragile and incredibly brave. The low murmur of his voice was a private current, pulling her deeper into a world that existed only for them in this fleeting moment. She was acutely aware of the gentle pressure of his thigh against hers, a simple point of contact that seemed to hold the weight of every unspoken promise. Closing her eyes, she let the sway of the vehicle become their dance, a silent language of impending goodbyes and thrilling hellos. In the curve of his smile, she saw not an ending, but the beautiful, terrifying genesis of her own becoming. This journey was no longer just about geography, but about the uncharted landscape of her own heart. A single, perfect tear escaped, not of sorrow, but of profound gratitude for this first, exquisite collision of souls.
Amateur
Big-Butt
Big-Cock
Big-Natural-Tits
Big-Tits
Blonde
Curvy
Homemade
Imported
Los-Angeles
Natural-Tits
Pawg
Step-Dad
Step-Daughter
Step-Family
White-Girl
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